The Works, Volumen11J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Poem on Will Wood . To Quilca ... 12 15 17 Upon stealing a Crown , when the Dean was asleep 18 The Dean's Answer Ode on Science . ... Stella's Birth - day , 1726-7 Horace , Book I. Ode 14 , paraphrased . Verses on the sudden drying up ...
... Poem on Will Wood . To Quilca ... 12 15 17 Upon stealing a Crown , when the Dean was asleep 18 The Dean's Answer Ode on Science . ... Stella's Birth - day , 1726-7 Horace , Book I. Ode 14 , paraphrased . Verses on the sudden drying up ...
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... Poem from a Physician .... To Dean Swift , by Sir Arthur Acheson Dean Swift at Sir Arthur Acheson's On a very old Glass at Market Hill . Dr. Swift's Answer .. On cutting down the old Thorn at Market - hill Epitaph on the Earl of ...
... Poem from a Physician .... To Dean Swift , by Sir Arthur Acheson Dean Swift at Sir Arthur Acheson's On a very old Glass at Market Hill . Dr. Swift's Answer .. On cutting down the old Thorn at Market - hill Epitaph on the Earl of ...
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... Poem On Paddy's Character of the Intelligencer .... Page 104 107 ib . 109 111 112 116 118 119 An Epistle to Lord Carteret , by Dr. Delany ... 120 An Epistle upon an Epistle , from a certain Doc- tor to a certain great Lord .... A Libel ...
... Poem On Paddy's Character of the Intelligencer .... Page 104 107 ib . 109 111 112 116 118 119 An Epistle to Lord Carteret , by Dr. Delany ... 120 An Epistle upon an Epistle , from a certain Doc- tor to a certain great Lord .... A Libel ...
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... Poem , Nov. 30 , 1736 338 Ay and No. A Tale from Dublin . 340 An Answer to a Friend's Question 341 Epigram .... ib , pital for Idiots ... On the Dean of St. Patrick's Birthday , being To Dr. Swift on his Birthday , by Mrs. Pilkington ...
... Poem , Nov. 30 , 1736 338 Ay and No. A Tale from Dublin . 340 An Answer to a Friend's Question 341 Epigram .... ib , pital for Idiots ... On the Dean of St. Patrick's Birthday , being To Dr. Swift on his Birthday , by Mrs. Pilkington ...
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... Poets .. Upon Carthy's threatening to translate Pindar . 366 Epigram . Delacourt's complimenting Carthy on his Poetry ib , POEMS BY DR . SWIFT . A RECEIPT TO RESTORE xii CONTENTS ,
... Poets .. Upon Carthy's threatening to translate Pindar . 366 Epigram . Delacourt's complimenting Carthy on his Poetry ib , POEMS BY DR . SWIFT . A RECEIPT TO RESTORE xii CONTENTS ,
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Términos y frases comunes
Ballyspellin bard Behold better bishop Cælia cassock Chloe clouds countess of Suffolk court criticks crown dame damn'd Dean DEAN SWIFT dear death Delany delight DERMOT Dick divine doctor Drapier dreadful Dublin dullest beast ears EPIGRAM eyes face fair fame fate foes fools friends give goddess gown grace grown half head hear heart Hibernian honour Ireland JONATHAN SWIFT Jove king lady learning lord lord Carteret madam MARBLE HILL merit mind Muse ne'er never night nose numbers nymph o'er Patrick's poem poets poor Pope praise pride publick quadrille queen rhymes rogue round scorn SHEELAH shine sick sing Sir Arthur Sir Arthur Acheson Sir Thomas Prendergast soul spite spleen Strephon sure swear Swift tell thee There's thou thought thousand tongue tories true Twill verse vex'd virtue whig wise Wood
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Página 226 - Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind ; You who, through frailty, stepp'd aside ; And you, who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd, And come to see each other damn'd ; (So some folk told you, but they knew No more of Jove's designs than you ;) — The world's mad business now is o'er, And I resent these pranks no more. — I to such blockheads set my wit ! I damn such fools ! — Go, go, you're bit.
Página 84 - Nor do they trust their tongues alone, But speak a language of their own; Can read a nod, a shrug, a look, Far better than a printed book; Convey a libel in a frown, And wink a reputation down; Or by the tossing of the fan, Describe the lady and the man.
Página 226 - Amaz'd, confus'd, its fate unknown, The world stands trembling at his throne! While each pale sinner hung his head, Jove, nodding, shook the heavens, and said: "Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind; You who, through frailty...
Página 242 - Behold the fatal day arrive! How is the Dean? He's just alive. Now the departing prayer is read: He hardly breathes. The Dean is dead.
Página 239 - I believe them true : They argue no corrupted mind In him : the fault is in mankind. This maxim, more than all the rest, Is thought too base for human breast : " In all distresses of our friends, We first consult our private ends ; While nature, kindly bent to ease us, Points out some circumstance to please us.
Página 240 - tis hardly understood Which way my death can do them good, Yet thus, methinks, I hear them speak: ' See how the Dean begins to break! Poor gentleman, he droops apace! You plainly find it in his face. That old vertigo in his head Will never leave him, till he's dead. Besides, his memory decays: He recollects not what he says; He cannot call his friends to mind; Forgets the place where last he dined; Plies you with stories o'er and o'er; He told them fifty times before.
Página 289 - So geographers, in Afric maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns.
Página 238 - I'adversite' de nos meilleurs amis, nous trouvons toujours quelque chose qui ne nous de"plait pas ; ' — ' In the adversity of our best friends, we always find something that doth not displease us.
Página 241 - To hear his out-of-fashion wit? But he takes up with younger folks, Who for his wine will bear his jokes. Faith, he must make his stories shorter, Or change his comrades once a quarter: In half the time he talks them round, There must another set be found.
Página 152 - Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I think, An I were to be hang'd, I can't sleep a wink: For if a new crotchet comes into my brain, I can't get it out, though I'd never so fain.